Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Giving Him a Lap Dance

“Abby, you only had one glass of whiskey, and it’s already time for you to whisk us away?” Aurora groaned, shaking her head.

Abigail giggled mischievously, grabbing the remote from the centre table and increasing the volume of the upbeat music playing through the sound system. The bass thumped through the room, shifting the atmosphere.

“It’s time to dance!” she declared, twirling around dramatically before rolling her hips to the rhythm.

Aurora and Asher exchanged quiet glances. Asher lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug, clearly unbothered, while Aurora groaned again, sinking deeper into the plush couch.

“Abby, we came to relax remember, not attend a dance marathon,” Aurora muttered.

Abigail ignored her and started swaying her hips, her movements fluid and captivating. She turned toward Aurora and pointed a perfectly manicured finger at her. “You, my dear best friend, need to loosen up. We are not at a funeral!”

Aurora lifted her brows. “Says the woman who just drank one glass and is already acting like she owns the club?”

Abigail scoffed and strutted toward her. “Don’t be a buzzkill, Aura! Let’s dance!”

Aurora lifted a hand in protest. “I’m feeling a little dizzy.”

Abigail’s shoulders slumped. “Ugh! Fine. I’ll leave you alone—for now.” Then she turned to Asher.

His lips parted slightly as he prepared an excuse, but before he could utter a single word, Abigail smirked and shook her head. “Nope. You have to dance with me.”

Asher’s expression turned wary. “Abby—”

“No ‘Abby’ me!” She grabbed his arm and yanked him up.

Aurora chuckled and mouthed a sorry to Asher, who sighed in resignation before flashing Aurora a quick smile. “It’s fine.”

With no other option, Asher let Abigail lead him onto the dance floor. As the music pulsed, their movements started off casual—light sways, a little footwork. They occasionally picked up their whiskey glasses, taking sips in between steps. But as the music shifted to a slower, sultry beat, so did the mood.

Abigail’s dancing transformed. Her movements became more fluid, her body rolling to the rhythm as she traced her fingers lightly over Asher’s chest.

Aurora’s brows shot up. “Abby,” she called warningly, her voice carrying a teasing edge. “Don’t play with fire.”

Abigail chuckled and cast her a mischievous glance over her shoulder. “Where’s the fire in this room, Aura?”

Aurora said nothing, simply shaking her head as she picked up a skewer of lamb kebabs from the plate in front of her and took a bite, chewing slowly while sipping her juice. But her interest in the scene unfolding before her was undeniable.

As she watched, a thought formed in her mind. Does Abby have a thing for Asher or is this just a fling?

—

Loud laughter filled Owen’s private room as he and his friends drank whiskey and cracked jokes. A few women had joined them, their presence adding to the lively atmosphere.

Then the door opened, and in walked Juliet.

Dressed in a short red dress that hugged her curves, she was a vision of temptation. The moment Owen laid eyes on her, his mood visibly lifted. A smirk curved on his lips as he welcomed her with open arms.

“Finally,” he muttered, pulling her into a tight hug before planting a kiss on her lips. “What took you so long?”

Juliet smiled sweetly and smoothed her hands down his chest. “Traffic was terrible, and the cab I booked took forever to arrive.”

Owen hummed in understanding before pulling her to sit beside him. His arm draped possessively around her waist as he resumed talking with his friends.

Juliet greeted everyone politely, earning nods and smiles in return.

One of Owen’s friends smirked. “Man, you were sulking the whole time, and now you suddenly look like a man who just won the lottery.”

Owen didn’t respond. He simply smiled and pulled Juliet closer.

Another friend chimed in, “Juliet is way better than the one we shall not name.”

A round of snickers followed.

“We all know a certain someone who used to walk around like the air we breathed belonged to her.”

“Thank God she’s no longer part of our circle.”

With shared amusement, Owen and his friends clinked their glasses in a toast before downing their drinks.

Juliet, ever the attentive companion, refilled Owen’s glass with practiced ease. He finished that one within seconds. But just as she was about to pour him another drink, Owen took the bottle from her and poured a separate glass for her.

He slid it toward her. “Drink with me.”

Juliet hesitated. “Owen…erm…”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

Juliet leaned into his embrace and placed a gentle hand on his chest. “I took some pills for a stomach ache before coming here. Alcohol wouldn’t be good for me.”

The tension in Owen’s expression faded. He exhaled sharply and nodded. “Fine.”

But to soothe his ego—especially in front of his friends—Juliet picked up the glass meant for her and brought it to Owen’s lips instead.

“Then let me feed you,” she purred.

Owen smirked, clearly pleased, and took a long sip as Juliet tilted the glass for him.

His friends cheered and clapped, fuelling his pride.

Once he finished, Juliet set the glass aside and pressed closer. She whispered in his ear, “Are you coming to my place tonight? I missed you.”

Owen hummed in response, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Of course.”

—

Back in the other private room, Aurora and Abigail sat close together, chatting and laughing at something ridiculous Abigail had said. Asher, now back on the couch, joined in with the occasional chuckle.

After a while, Abigail, having regained some energy, picked up her half-filled glass of whiskey and sauntered back to the open space, moving her hips to the music as she chewed a piece of meat.

Aurora and Asher remained seated, watching as she danced freely, her movements full of confidence.

“You’re a great dancer,” Asher couldn’t help but compliment,

Abigail flashed him a playful grin. “I know.”

Then, suddenly, the song changed. The new rhythm was deeper, sexier. Without hesitation, Abigail downed the rest of her whiskey, slammed the glass onto the table, and threw her hands into the air.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.

Aurora sipped her juice, shaking her head fondly. “She’s hopeless.”

Abigail turned toward Asher with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Then, to Aurora’s horror, Abigail backed into Asher’s lap and started giving him a lap dance.

Aurora’s jaw dropped. “Abby!” she gasped.

Asher, who had been caught completely off guard, sat frozen. His hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of where to place them.

Abigail, however, was having the time of her life. She smirked over her shoulder at him, rolling her hips as if she wasn’t just violating his personal space.

“I thought we came to have fun,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Aurora covered her face with one hand. “Oh. My. God.”

Asher swallowed thickly, clearly torn between stopping her and not offending her. His gaze flickered to Aurora, silently screaming for help.

Aurora, between disbelief and laughter, knew one thing for sure—This night was far from over.